Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  Marley silently agreed. It felt like she was getting a steel pole shoved up her ass. It wasn’t painful, but Roarke’s cock was so rigid that it was rather unforgiving as it progressed. She lay panting on Grayson’s powerful chest. She could feel beads of sweat rising on her skin as their combined heat cocooned her.

  If she had thought it couldn’t get any better, she would have been wrong. When the men began to move, Grayson withdrawing as Roarke pushed it, alternating the strokes of their long, thick cocks inside her, Marley quickly began to climb back toward that peak she had just been thrown off of.

  “Do you like that, baby?” Roarke asked as he began fucking her ass with long, sure strokes. “Do you like me fucking your ass while Gray fucks your sweet little pussy?”

  “Yes,” Marley moaned, the dirty words, the graphic description of what they were doing to her, enflaming her further. The passion, the fire building in her body, was something which couldn’t be contained. She moved between them, jamming herself down onto Grayson’s cock when he pushed upward, and then doing the same to Roarke’s cock as he drove it into her asshole. She was desperate to feel everything. She felt wild, untamed, and ready to crawl out of her own skin. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

  Soft mewling sounds came from her lips as she was completely overwhelmed by the level of intensity she was achieving, as they fucked her as she’d demanded to be fucked. Strong hands held her in place. Her swollen pussy lips clung to Grayson’s cock. Her clit was ultrasensitive from the continuous friction. Sobbing, she reached between them and pinched the rigid piece of flesh, sending herself over the peak of ultimate pleasure, screaming as she soared. White light flashed behind her eyelids as her body arched and her head fell back on her shoulders.

  Marley was carried higher and higher as each of the men came in turn, their cocks hardening, swelling, filling her throbbing and clenching channels until they were shouting their own releases simultaneously. Fiery heat filled her pussy, bathing her womb.

  They collapsed together, their breathing rough, their hearts pounding. They remained like that as long as possible before reluctantly parting.

  “Wow. I guess it is possible,” she breathed finally, grinning.

  Roarke laughed. “Ya think?”

  Grayson pushed up on an elbow so he could look down into her flushed face. “What else is in that book Colt gave you?”

  Marley smiled mysteriously, winding an arm around each of their necks to pull them down to her breasts. Each took a nipple and began suckling. Large hands stroked her where the butterfly covered her pussy.

  “You’ll find out,” she promised, closing her eyes as a sweet sensation settled over her.

  She was loved and in love. The desire and passion…and dirty, kinky sex were just a bonus.

  * * * *

  “Oh, it’s perfect!” Marley cried as she stood in front of Callie’s House with her husbands and half the neighborhood.

  They had finished decorating the house for the Christmas season. There were several inches of new snow covering everything. The lights, which had actually been put up during a few very nice days back in November, were sparkling like jewels as they outlined the lines of the beautiful Queen Anne. The Christmas tree, now decorated and lit, was framed by the large window in the front of the house. The ornaments decorating it were butterflies of all descriptions, donated by the citizens of Silver, proving once again how much they cared. It truly was a wonderful place.

  The first family to stay in the house dedicated to her sister’s memory was expected to arrive the next morning. They would spend a week enjoying the house and the various activities offered by businesses around town, including a dude ranch and the ski resort. The neighbors congratulated them then began to wander away, leaving them alone in front of the house as huge snowflakes drifted down to cover them.

  “Are you happy, butterfly?” Grayson asked as she leaned back against him. Roarke was beside him, wrapped close to them both. They each had a hand on her still-flat belly. She nodded, sniffing back tears. “This time next year our baby will be here.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, tears spilling down her cold cheeks. She tipped her head back so she could look up at her men. “I love you both so much.”

  “We love you, too.”

  “Thank you for following me that first day.”

  Roarke chuckled as they began nuzzling playfully on either side of her neck. “We’d follow those butterflies anywhere, baby.”

  “Can we play the marauding desert bandit and his sex slaves tonight?” Marley asked huskily, trembling as she remembered how much she loved that game. Her men always showed her a wicked good time. “I promise I’ll be good,” she said earnestly, her blue-green eyes huge in her face as she looked up at him.

  Grayson grinned. “The last time you promised that, I had to spank you.”

  She pouted and then squealed as Roarke began rubbing her ass beneath her heavy winter coat.

  A horn honked loudly in the clear winter air, causing the three of them to practically jump out of their skins. They turned to see a huge SUV driven by Mick Preston. His growing family filled the seats.

  “Get a room!” he shouted, grinning.

  And they did.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’m a lifelong resident of Ohio, which is located in the Midwestern section of the United States. I occasionally take brief excursions to other places. I love travel and I love people.

  I’m married and have two children. I also have dogs, ferrets, a cat, and a dozen hilarious chickens.

  When I’m not writing, I’m working part-time in retail. I wish I could say I’m taking long walks on exotic beaches or hiking through the mountains, but reality expects a little thing called a paycheck.

  Reality is what makes fantasy so great. When you’re having a bad day, think of a tall, dark-haired cowboy with a wicked, promising gleam in his eyes. It can make all the difference to a lady’s day.

  It does for mine!

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